The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

[Love is stock trading]: As the largest business group in the land, with the most widespread influence and the most accumulated wealth, it will also be troubled by the issue of heirs... And the shareholders and key employees of the group all have their own concerns about it. view. (Enemies from the Capt Group camp will not appear)

★ The third issue of if line extra ★

Not too smart cats imprison overly smart cats

Divergence Point: A fragment of the future observed by Capt

Oak Grove County...no, it shouldn't be called a county now.

It no longer belongs to Victoria.

It belongs to the great King of Tara, the red dragon who liberated thousands of suffering Tara people from the hands of the despicable Victoria.

Able to defeat death and burn everything, the great Her Majesty Abrana!

The king personally burned her parents' assassins to ashes when she was young, and was taught by Count Eric the Ancient of Tara as a teenager.

But the greedy Victorian nobles were unwilling to let go. No matter how extravagantly they lived every day, they were unwilling to give up the food in the hands of the Tara people that could barely sustain food and clothing.

After they killed Count Eric, they even set fire to what was once Oak Forest County and is now the palace of Tara.

In that fire, Count Mandela and Her Majesty Abrana met on the way to save the compatriots of Tara.

Since then, both have been fighting for the rise of their fellow Taras, for the people of Tara to proudly embrace their culture and language!

The flames they ignited broke through the centuries-old shackles Victoria had placed on the people of Tara.

The blood they shed awakened the increasingly numb Tara people.

Countless Tara people rallied around them. They took up arms and raised their voices to the Duke and Parliament of Victoria!

All people are created equal!

And if Victoria cannot give Tara people equal education, rights, and laws...

Then, the fate of the Tara people should be in the hands of the Tara people themselves.

——"Excerpts from Tara's Declaration of Independence"

……

Big news for the Tara people of Oak Grove today!

Count Mandela, who has followed Her Majesty Abrana for the longest time and is the most unspeakably loyal, has ended his negotiations with Victoria and will arrive in Oak Forest City within today.

Men, women, and children stood excitedly on both sides of the street, waiting with expectant eyes for the count who had dedicated his whole life so that the people of Tara could stand up with their heads held high.

According to legend, the count once followed Her Majesty Abrana to repel Duke Victoria's army and blocked Letania's robbery.

[Burning the shackles imposed by the Victorians on their compatriots, Mandela was indispensable]

This is what their respected and admired king said about Count Mandela.

……

Under the flowers and crowds, Mandela, wearing a luxurious but obviously faded dress, walked step by step towards the palace, which was incomparable to Londinium.

There is no way, today Victoria is still watching, and the Tara people have been exploited for hundreds of years, and there is not much wealth left.

And Abrana didn't care about the so-called extravagance of the palace... For this king who had struggled a lot when he was young, there were more important things than building large-scale construction, collecting jewelry, and decorating the facade.

……

Mandela smiled and nodded to the people who greeted her.

At this time, a child was pushed out by the crowd and rolled in front of Mandela.

The child who was originally excited to see his idol was frightened.

Although Count Mandela is indeed his idol, the other party is even more of a noble!

The soldier standing guard next to him, holding a sharp knife, also walked toward him very quickly.The eyes of so many people on the street are also focused on me...

"……Wow!"

Just when he was about to cry loudly, a moderate scolding repelled the Shenchi soldiers who had surrounded him.

He raised his head and saw the respected earl bowing slightly and patting his head gently.

"Junior...secondary note...be careful."

Mandela said as gently as possible.

This can't be blamed on her. She has either been fighting in a war or on the way to a war. She relies on others to negotiate and win people's hearts.

The only reason why she was favored by some of the people in Tara and her soldiers was probably because she didn't have so many twists and turns.

Although the soldiers knew that their commanders spoke very harshly and vulgarly, they also knew that their commanders could recognize each soldier's name and face instead of a cold number.

……

Nowadays, she has become a bit more mature, and her fiery temper has also calmed down a lot.

She hesitated to pick up the child so he could find his parents as quickly as possible, but ultimately waved a soldier to deal with the situation.

Then he walked slowly towards the palace, until he looked back and saw anxious parents holding their children crying with joy, and then the pace picked up again.

……

"Oh, dear Count Mandela...you came just in time."

On the throne, Abrana, surrounded by floating purple flames, opened her eyes and looked at Mandela, who was kneeling on one knee and returning to her.

This subordinate who had been following him since the fire in Oak Forest County, Abrana just nodded slightly.

And after so many years, the bad habit of getting easily easily got rid of... However, Count Mandela still doesn't like to attend banquets.

This will not work.

Even in emerging dynasties, there are people with ulterior motives.

Although those heroes did not dare to go too far due to Abrana's intimidation, there were already faint signs of cliques and tit-for-tat confrontation.

After all, without external pressure, internal contradictions will become prominent.

Aslan of Londinium has signed a peace treaty, and Ursus's raised red dragon cannot even protect itself... Abrana has enough time to consolidate her rule.

Save up firewood for the next time you burn this land.

……

Now, the Kingdom of Tara, which is prosperous from all the devastation, does not need a lonely and accomplished count to hold a large amount of military power for the time being.

What's more... Mandela should spend more energy on other things.

"Mandra..."

Abrana stood up from the throne and walked to Mandela's side. Under the fanatical eyes of the guards, she patted Mandela's shoulder, who was still kneeling on one knee.

Mandela trembled obviously, but Abrana knew that it was not because of a guilty conscience or estrangement.

In fact, Her Majesty Abrana is not afraid of Count Mandela, who now holds military power. Even though some people continue to advise her to get rid of this commander who occasionally has a hot head, but which ruler would want a loyal blade in his hand? What about becoming less and dull?

The more Mandela is ostracized, the more relieved Abrana becomes.

The reason why she is now asked to give up her military power is because the newly consolidated Tara Dynasty does not need a prestigious and warlike general.

Mandela is very loyal and can indeed lead his troops to repel the invading enemies, but there is one shortcoming.

Too irritable and irritable.

If she is allowed to act on her own, she will create many enemies for the kingdom.

However, who could have known that Count Mandela, the fighter longed for by the people of Tara, was already an infected person?

……

"Dear Count Mandela, my most loyal subordinate, subject, and friend."

"You have sacrificed a lot for your compatriots...you have given almost everything for them and for me."

"Queen Victoria is busy dealing with the legacies of the Dukes, and the nations have witnessed the strength of us Taras themselves. We have made them understand that even without the Steam Knights, our own high-speed warships, our heroic compatriots can still Defend your property from evil neighbors.”

"Mandra, you are undoubtedly the most heroic and loyal warrior among Tara's compatriots!"

"But a warrior is also a human being."

"Our past struggles were precisely to allow our compatriots to have their own cities, their own education, and their own lives."

"Mandra..."

"You should slow down."

……

'call!Finally home……'

After leaving the palace, Mandela took a car back to his mansion.

A gate like a fence is formed by stone pillars. In the vast courtyard, a huge house made of stacked stones stands in the center.

Generally, a nobleman's courtyard like this employs a large number of servants, but the strange thing is that around this mansion, there are only stone statues at work.

That huge stiff body worked awkwardly, and judging from the results, it was indeed not ideal.

But the driver who drove Mandela was used to seeing this count's mansion.

This mansion has been built for many years, and it is said that every brick and stone here was cast by the count's magic.

After the renovation, no one except the count himself entered the mansion again.

Mandela got out of the car and knocked on the ground with her staff. The heavy stone door opened a narrow gap.

As soon as Mandela entered the house, the stone door had been closed again, as if there was something shady hidden in the house.

……

"came back?"

In the spacious hall, a purple-haired man with neat clothes and squinting eyes was sitting at the tea table, enjoying the exquisite Victoria cake served by the gargoyle.

He elegantly divided the cake into small pieces with a knife and slowly put it into his mouth. When Mandela came back, he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth.

But the heavy stone cuffs he wore on his hands and feet all showed that he was now a prisoner.

"……I am back."

Facing the young man's greeting, Mandela responded in a low voice.

The usually domineering Countess also showed a rare hint of cowardice and guilt.

She is obviously the owner of this mansion.

She was obviously the one who imprisoned this young man here.

But she couldn't stand up in front of the young man no matter what.

……

"I said Mandela, can you make your stone creations smarter next time? As long as I even think about going into the kitchen to get food, I will see the future of being beaten up by those stone statues... It's really Yes, after being imprisoned by you for so many years, I would have committed suicide long ago."

Capt stood up from the sofa with difficulty, moved to Mandela with difficulty, and then stretched out his hand to her as a matter of course.

Mandela deftly unlocked Capt's stone cuffs.

And Capt did not take the opportunity to sneak attack Mandela, because he saw the future very clearly. Not only would he not succeed in doing so, but he would probably be dependent on the stone for the rest of his life.

With Capt's physical fitness and combat awareness, he was no longer able to fight against Count Mandela, who was now able to form an army from scratch.

……

"Phew! We are finally liberated. Those things are dead again, and the service attitude of your idiot stone statues is not good at all. I want to complain!"

Capt, who was freed from his restraints, moved his aching muscles.

"...At least, it's better than before."

Mandela kept a close eye on Capt, and after feeling that the other party would not make any unnecessary moves, she waved her hand to signal the stone statue to retreat.

The stone golem with the round head received new instructions to cook and left.

"And I don't trust anyone to take care of you... However, you don't need to wear a stone cuff in the near future, because I can stay here for a long time."

After all, the stone statues were unconscious, and the fewer people who knew about the fact that the boss of the Capt Group was imprisoned by Count Tara, the better.